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Friday, February 1, 2019

The Thankyou Letter :: essays papers

The Thankyou Letter I doubt that the format of this garner brings any true romance to what I am round to say, as typed words and printed letters are harsh and unfeeling. In this day and age, however, I suppose that this is a faster and easier way than paper and ink, a letter scratched out lovingly by hand. Dont read it as suchas sterile and unfeeling. For the words I put mint here are the same, if more fluid, than those of anything I could possibly write exploitation the more traditional methods. And please dont be pall by the flowery prose that I am using, as presently I am in a strange, floating mood that leaves the room for zero but softness and exaggeration of expression in what I feel. Im sitting here at home looking by means of what consumems equivalent a whole other bread and buttertime of stuff and Im thinking of you. Im thinking of you and I like what is running through my head. My heart is presently jumbled anxious, ill meet for simply sitting around with nothing to do. I want a change somehow, and I do not know where, or how, or why. All I know is Im worried and the model of you can no longer make it better. To say that things in my life are changing would be an understatement. To say that they are constantly doing so would be a bit of a lie. As there carry been times when I have been stuck in the same rut, floating about in a sea of ennui and non-movement. Still, Im hydrophobic of change, to be honest with myself and with you. Im terrified of it. Im a creature of habit and though on the surface I can appear chaotic and unpredictable, I find solace and hassock in that which is stable, that which does not rock the boat, as it were. But paradoxically, that same facilitate is what kills me, what rips apart my creativity and dulls every sense I lay seize to. You changed that and I was and am no longer sitting still, Im moving forward, sometimes moving in to something unknown and wonderful, sometimes being shoved so f ast into it I cant quite see whats around me. It was beautiful, the feeling.

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